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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Used Poem V

Foster Woman

Her needful body’s chain of custody Was often passed around.And she sometimes called herself The Isle of Man.

Her magic, bold and Circean eyes Promised a warm harbor. She bid the Manships berth To offload generous seed.

Not one of these off-loaded vesselsStayed beyond a night. She only paused at eachTo accept proffered bounty.

She said she only foundThe life she needed.She said she never foundThe life she wanted.